Attention to those who like joo jaekyung but can't find a fanfiction about him‼️ i have a fanfiction called glitterati, it's available on Wattpad and it's not that well written since English is not my first language and it's slow in updates..
synopsis
At 25, she's everything the world envies: wealthy, famous, and stunningly beautiful. But behind the glittering facade lies a woman desperate to escape a fate she never chose-a marriage of convenience arranged by her relentless grandmother.
Enter Joo Jaekung, a ruthless mixed martial arts champion known as the tyrant of the ring. Cold, remorseless, and fiercely guarded, he's the last person anyone would expect to become her unlikely ally.
When she boldly offers him double his salary to pretend they're dating, his blunt refusal surprises her. Yet, when he proposes a daring alternative-an arrangement that could benefit them both-their lives become irrevocably intertwined.
"Let me be clear-I'll pay you twice your usual rate if you just pretend to be my boyfriend."
He smirks, unfazed. "No thanks. Money's not an issue for me. But if this is really that important, maybe there's something you could do for me in return."
What begins as a straightforward arrangement quickly unravels into a complex dance of passion, hidden truths, and unforeseen feelings. In a world where trust is fragile and hearts are shielded, can two completely different souls discover love amid the turmoil?
And that's how everything begins.
NOT ACTIVE and Painfully slow updates with short chapters. I write things I'm interested in (anime, manga, manhwa,and...
Glitterati + Joo jaekyung x f.oc (xuennixen on wattpad)
I'm gonna start uploading the smut parts of my fanfiction here on Tumblr—only some smut parts, so if you want to read the whole story feel free to visit my Wattpad account. Xuennixen
/chapter/ 0021-phone call/
"d-don't leave any marks," I whispered, voice shaky, the reminder of filming barely holding me back. But Jaekyung just smirked, dark and cocky, ignoring my plea. With a swift, possessive motion, he ripped my shirt off and unclasped my bra, exposing me fully to his hungry gaze.
The air hit my bare skin, but his hands were already there— cupping it roughly. exploring every inch with his palm. my hands instantly flew to his forarm, grabbing it for support.
I felt the air grow heavier as he demanded, "Take off your shorts and panties," his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, standing up from his lap and slipping out of my clothes right in front of him—his eyes fixed on every movement I made. I noticed one eyebrow arch as his gaze lingered between my legs, then flicked up to meet mine.
"No panties?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
My cheeks burned. "I was about to go to sleep," I answered shyly, moving slowly toward him, now standing completely naked under his intense stare.
"Spread those legs," he coldly said while gripping one of my thighs firmly and guiding me to open my legs wider while still standing.
I flinched when I felt his warm fingers brush against my entrance, the sudden contact making me gasp. Jaekyung chuckled, clearly amused, and teased, "You're already this wet?" His tone was playful, almost mocking, as he spread my wetness across my entrance, making sure I felt every slow, deliberate movement.
Then, without warning, he slid two fingers inside me. My breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as my body instinctively clenched around him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of surprise and pleasure that left me gripping his shoulders for support, my cheeks burning as he watched my every reaction with a smug, knowing smile.
I pursed my lips when I felt him hit that soft spot deep inside me—I knew he felt it too, the way my body jolted under his touch giving me away. Jaekyung chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction, and kept pressing against that spot over and over, shit i feel like peeing. each time making my knees weaker until they started to bend. My head fell down, hair tumbling forward to cover my flushed face as I struggled to catch my breath, completely at his mercy.
"S-slow down, please... Jaekyung, wait—just a little slower," I pleaded, my voice shaky as I tried to steady myself. But he didn't budge. Instead, he pulled me even closer, guiding me to kneel on the couch, my legs spread wide as he pressed my body down, forcing me to meet the rhythm of his fingers.
I became a moaning mess, my hands desperately grabbing the head of the couch for support as my chest fell forward, right in front of his face. My hair tumbled around us, my breath coming in ragged gasps, completely undone by the way he refused to let up, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I couldn't take it anymore—he was so rough, it felt like my insides were about to give out from the force of his fingers moving in and out of me. "j-just...put it in," I said, my voice weak and breathless, still struggling to catch my breath as I begged him. i just want this to be over quickly.
He looked at me surprised but listened, "needy, aren't we?" he teased that smug smile never leaving his face. shaking my head i uttered softly "I j-just want this to be over"
Pulling his fingers out he scoft at me before bringing them to my lips, his eyes daring me. "Lick them clean," he commanded. I did as told, shivering at the taste and the heat in his gaze.
I felt his body recoil slightly as I licked his fingers, holding them gently with both my hands. A soft moan escaped me the moment I sensed his large, trembling hardness pressing against me below.
Breathless, I told him nervously "let me ride you jaek" my tone was soft. Jaekyung was taken aback by my suggestion, his eyes narrowing as he asked, "Are you drunk?" clearly recalling how wild I was during our vacation. I pressed my bared pussy harder against his bulge, rubbing it teasingly. He let out a groan before grabbing my hips to stop me. "Stop that—you're soaking my pants," he muttered, face directly looking at me.
Then he shifted me slightly and pulled down his pants just enough to reveal his huge length. with a lazy, cocky smirk, he let me take control.
his cock pressing against my stomach. I stared at it for a moment before grabbing the swollen, pink head and slowly easing it inside. My eyes rolled back as regret washed over me—no matter how many times we do this, I still can't get used to his size. The stretch was overwhelming, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
As I lowered myself onto him, I felt my body stretch to its limit, a gasp escaping me as my head fell back. i was bouncing slowly but steadily. just then he demanded, "Do it faster," his voice low and taunting, I started bouncing on him harder, each movement making me whimper and shiver with pleasure and distain. My hands gripped his shoulders for balance, my breaths coming in short, desperate moans.
The tension built until I felt him twitch inside me, signaling he was close. as I ready myself to to pull out, but he grabbed my hips back, forcing me back down roughly. "Where do you think you're going?" he growled,
"No......" holding me in place as he pushed me harder trusting in as I feel him released inside, filling me up completely. My eyes rolling from the back of my head — my mouth wide agape as my body jerked at the sensation, "I'm doomed," I weakly mumbles. overwhelmed and breathless in his arms.
"Turn around," he said after throwing me onto the couch. I propped myself up on my hands and knees and looked over at him, seeing him completely remove his sweatpants and toss them somewhere before positioning himself behind me. He planted one knee on the sofa while keeping one foot firmly on the floor.
I felt him position his hard length at my entrance, making me shiver. He grabbed my ass as he pushed in just the tip before sliding fully inside me. It hurts...A tear slipped free, as i peed a little. but before I could catch my breath, he began to move faster, each thrust driving crazy, stretching me in ways that made my stomach twist. The depth was almost too much, a mix of pain and pleasure flooding through me. My moans came out broken, so I buried my face into the couch, desperate to hide the sounds of my surrender.
"You like it when i pound you from behind, right?... iyve noticed you always peed yourself when I do it from behind. does it feel that good?" he laughed a little mocking me.
Just then His hands clenched tighter around my waist, pulling me flush against him. "Keep your back straight," he growled, frustration thick in his voice. "I keep slipping out like this." Without waiting for a response, his strong hands guided my spine, forcing me to arch just right. The pressure of his body pressed deeper, every movement sharper and more demanding.
I bit my lip, trying to steady my breath. "It hurts," I whispered, my voice trembling. but he didn't care. "You think I'm here to coddle you?" he said bluntly, his voice sharp and impatient. I tried to catch my breath, the ache burning deep, but he just smirked against my neck. "You're so tight, and that's all I care about. Don't get soft on me now." His thrusts picked up, rough and demanding, each one driving me closer to the edge.
"did you come?" He noticed the pool of fluids on my thighs. He rolled his hips hard against me, the friction sharp and demanding. Without warning, he manhandled me, roughly pulling me up to sit on the couch. Before I could catch my breath, he yanked me back down, lifting my hips up in the air. and folding me completely. The back of the couch pressed against me, making me tilt my head back right where we were connected, leaving me completely exposed.
"No...w-wait— i just.... c-came" i plead but as always he didn't listen. And continues his assault in my womanhood.
This position felt like he was drilling into me from above, every thrust hitting deeper and harder. it almost feels like hes bruising my cervix. I can't breathe!, his weight pressing down on me like a heavy weight. My chest felt tight, but the strong feeling left no space for anything else.
“Look at you,” he said coldly. “So easy to control.” His hands held the back of my thighs like they belonged to him, pushing me harder against him. the marks is visible “you are gushing all over me.”
His weight kept me down, every move rough and without mercy, leaving no room for softness or hesitation. I clutch the backrest harder eyes looking at him through lided eyes. the strands of my hair are sticking into my forehead, face flustered and mouth slightly agape— i probably looked really pornographic right now and i can also see it in the way he looks at me. keeping his eyes on me while he thrust ruthlessly in me.
Just as his hips kept sliding deep inside me, his phone rang sharply. Jaekyung slowed, then stopped, his rough hands gripping my hips tighter. He reached for the phone on the table thrusting into me slowly but steady. He showed me the screen—Choi Heeseung’s name flashing.
Without a care, he hit answer and switched on speaker, the low sound of his voice mixing with the wet sounds between us. His eyes never left where we connected, his thrusts slow but steady, like he owned every inch of me even with someone else listening.
“What is it?” he said coldly, his tone sharp and uncaring. thrusting harder but slowly making me feel each veins and its shape thoroughly.
I pressed my hands over my mouth, struggling to hold back any sounds, desperate not to let my moans slip through as he kept moving inside me.
Through the speaker, I heard the man’s voice ask, “Can you do me a favor?” I glanced at Jaekyung through my half-closed eyes, but he was just watching me—studying my reaction like I was a game.
“I’m busy! Go ask someone else—” Jaekyung snapped, about to hang up. Our eyes met, and something shifted. I couldn’t explain it, but he didn’t hang up. Instead, he smirked darkly and said, “Wait... you know what, let me hear it.”
I shook my head, silently begging him to end the call, but he ignored me. Before I could protest, he thrust harshly inside me.
“Ngghhv... n-no,” I managed to whisper, covering my mouth again to keep from making any noise.
Heeseung’s voice came through the speaker, a teasing edge in his breathy tone. “Heard something interesting… wait, are you working out or what?”
Jaekyung smirked, not missing a beat. “Yeah, sure. Moving my body counts as exercise, right?” His eyes locked on me, cold and sharp, as his hips kept grinding deep inside.
Heeseung chuckled. “By the way, I heard you and Jiyoo are pretty close. Mind passing a message to her? That girl’s probably ignoring me again.”
Jaekyung’s gaze never left me. I clenched my eyes shut, pressing the back of my palm harder against my mouth, desperate to hold back every moan. His relentless thrusts didn’t stop, each one driving deeper, while Heeseung’s words became nothing more than a distant hum beneath the harsh rhythm of Jaekyung’s control.
Jaekyung scoffed, deliberately hitting that spot that always made me weak. “Message, huh?” His voice was sharp, teasing. “Well, actually, she’s with me right now... should I pass the phone?”
He clearly asked the last part, turning his gaze to me. I shook my head frantically, waving my hands desperately—No.
Even as I silently begged him, he forcefully pressed the phone against the side of my head, refusing to hand it over—clearly afraid I might end the call. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself.
With a last deep breath, I forced out, “W-what is it?” trying to sound as serious as possible despite everything.
“Jiyoshii, are you still mad?” Heeseung’s voice tried to sound playful, but Jaekyung’s eyes never left me, cold and sharp.
“N-no,” I whispered, keeping my answer as short as possible, afraid any moan might slip out.
“Then why are you ignoring my messages?”
“I’m b-busy…” I bit my lips so hard I tasted blood, the metallic sting mixing with the sharp pain as Jaekyung’s thrusts deepened. It felt like a hole was being torn open inside me—hurtful, yet strangely addictive.
After that, I stopped paying attention to Heeseung’s words, his voice fading into the distance.
“Y-yes,” I muttered, barely audible, unsure if anyone even heard me.
“Yes!? So you accept. That’s it, no turning back, Jiyoo. You agreed to come with me. Aight!” Heeseung sounded excited, and I felt my body jump inside.
“W-what?!” I gasped, shocked.
Jaekyung smirked, still staring at me as he kept thrusting hard and rough. I felt something inside snap. I was about to come and couldn’t stop my moans anymore. I looked at Jaekyung, begging with my eyes.
Just when I was about to come, he ended the call and threw his phone away. He leaned closer, pushing harder and faster.
A hot wave hit me, spreading through my whole body. My muscles tightened around him as I shook with pleasure, gasping for breath. All I could feel was him moving inside me and the rush taking over. and suddenly i felt another liquid pouring in me. 'he came, again.
we aren't done. Jaekyung held my hips tight as I trembled under him, completely lost in the moment. "s-stop!—no just slow down" i said changing my words knowing how much i told him to stop he will never. but even with my plea he just held me tightly as he thrust more deeply into me.
"I said slow down—please, Jaekyung," I gasped, my voice trembling as I tried to steady myself against the relentless pace.
He didn't even pause. Instead, he shot me a smug, dismissive look. "You can beg all you want, but I'm not stopping. You'll take it, just like always," he said, his tone cold and unyielding.
My body trembled under his touch, the intensity almost too much, but he didn't care. His grip only tightened, his movements never slowing, making it clear he was only interested in his own pleasure. All I could do was hold on, my pleas falling on deaf ears as he pushed me past my limits that dawn.
the first thing you notice about hockey player!toji at the rink is that he skates like he’s trying to personally offend the ice.
not in the graceful, elegant way the other players do – no smooth arcs, no pretty stops that spray a delicate mist of frost. no. toji skates like the ice owes him money. every push of his blade digs deep, powerful and violent, the kind that sends snow spraying like he’s trying to start a blizzard.
and unfortunately for your peace of mind… he also looks ridiculously good doing it.
you’re sitting in the nearly empty stands during practice, wrapped in warm layers and clutching a cup of hot chocolate that’s long since gone cold. technically you’re only here because your friend works at the rink and said you could hang out while you waited for her shift to end.
you did not expect to witness whatever the hell this man is.
toji zenin is huge.
not just tall – though he is that, too – but built like someone took a normal hockey player and said, what if we made him twice as broad and more intimidating?
his jersey stretches across his shoulders, dark hair messy under his helmet, a scar cutting across the corner of his mouth like some kind of permanent smirk.
and he’s currently checking a poor teammate into the boards so hard the sound echoes through the rink.
the whistle blows.
“zenin!” the coach shouts from the sidelines. “practice, NOT homicide!”
toji leans casually against the boards like he didn’t just nearly commit manslaughter. he shrugs, breath fogging in the cold air.
“he was in my way.”
you snort. loudly.
the sound echoes way more than you expected in the empty arena.
every single player on the ice turns their head.
including him.
toji’s eyes land on you in the stands.
they’re sharp. dark. slightly narrowed like he’s trying to figure out why some random girl is laughing at him.
you immediately pretend to be extremely invested in your drink.
maybe if you stare hard enough at the cup, you’ll disappear.
a few seconds pass.
then you hear the scrape of skates approaching.
slowly. inevitably.
shi…
you glance up just as toji glides to a stop at the boards right in front of you.
snow sprays across the floor.
he rests his forearms on the barrier, looking up at you with an expression that sits somewhere between annoyed and amused.
“you got something to say?” he asks.
his voice is deep. rough. like gravel that learned how to talk.
you blink.
“… you… almost killed that guy.”
toji shrugs again.
“he’ll live.”
“oh, that’s comforting.”
he studies you for a moment, eyes dragging lazily over your face like he’s cataloging you.
you suddenly feel very aware that this man could probably lift you with one arm.
“you here to watch practice?” he asks.
“no,” you say dryly. “i just come to random hockey rinks to laugh at strangers.”
his mouth twitches. not quite a smile. but close.
“awfully bold.”
“accurate.”
a couple of his teammates start snickering behind him.
toji doesn’t even look back at them. his attention stays completely on you. which is somehow worse.
“never seen you here before,” he says.
“because i don’t live here.”
“then why are you here?”
“waiting for a friend.”
he hums like he’s processing that information. then tilts his head slightly.
“you always this mouthy with guys twice your size?”
“oh yeah, of course.”
another twitch of that almost-smile.
for some reason, that seems to interest him.
behind him, someone calls out, “yo toji, you flirting or what?”
toji doesn’t even turn around. just lifts a hand and flips them off without looking.
you choke on a laugh.
“wow,” you say. “very charming.”
“i’m a hockey player,” he says flatly. “charm isn’t part of the job description.”
“clearly.”
a whistle blows again. practice is starting back up.
the coach points aggressively at toji.
“get your ass back on the ice!”
toji sighs like he’s personally inconvenienced by having to do the sport he’s paid for playing in.
he pushes away from the boards, then pauses. looks back up at you.
“you gonna stay?” he asks.
“… why?”
his eyes gleam.
“so you can keep laughing at me.”
you tilt your head.
“you want that?”
“kinda.”
you stare at him.
this man is weird.
but before you can respond, he pushes off the boards and skates back into the drill.
and unfortunately for you, you do stay.
for the next forty minutes you watch toji absolutely terrorize the ice.
he hits harder than anyone else. skates faster. plays like someone told him violence is a strategy.
and every so often… he glances up at the stands. right at you. like he’s checking if you’re still watching.
your friend eventually comes running out of the staff hallway, throwing her jacket on.
“sorry! took forever–”
she stops when she sees the rink.
“… oh.”
you follow her gaze.
toji just slammed someone into the boards again.
“you’re watching practice?” she asks.
“apparently.”
“do you know who that is?”
“… big angry guy with a hockey stick?”
she grabs your shoulders.
“that’s toji zenin.”
“… should i know who that is?”
“he’s literally the reason half the teams in the league hate us.”
you blink.
“because he’s good?”
“because he’s a freaking menace.”
that tracks.
practice ends a few minutes later.
players start filing off the ice.
you’re halfway down the stairs toward the exit when a shadow blocks your path.
toji.
helmet gone now. hair messier. sweat-damp.
up close he’s even bigger, broad chest rising slowly with each breath.
your friend looks between the two of you like she just witnessed a crime.
“yep, i’m gonna go,” she says immediately, before vanishing down the hallway like a traitor.
leaving you alone with the human equivalent of a tank.
toji hooks his hockey stick over one shoulder.
“you leaving?”
“that’s usually how exiting a building works.”
“hm.”
he studies you again. like he’s still deciding something. then he jerks his chin toward the rink exit.
“walk with me.”
you raise an eyebrow.
“that didn’t sound like a question.”
“exactly. didn’t mean it as one.”
you sigh dramatically.
“wow. demanding, too.”
“you’re still coming.”
annoyingly. you are.
outside the air is crisp and cold, the evening sky dimming into blue-gray.
toji leans against the brick wall, stretching his neck. then glances down at you.
“so,” he says. “you coming to the game friday?”
you blink.
“… wasn’t planning on it.”
“you should.”
“why?”
he taps the blade of his stick against the ground.
“so you can see me do it for real.”
“do what?”
his grin turns sharp.
“check another player into the boards. and absolutely win that fucking game.”
you stare at him. then sigh.
“if you lose, can i laugh again?”
toji pushes off the wall. starts walking toward the parking lot. but not before tossing a look over his shoulder.
“sweetheart,” he says lazily. “i don’t lose.”
and for some reason, it sounded like he wasn’t talking about hockey games anymore, leaving you with a feeling that this is the start of a very stupid problem in your life.
your thighs are sticky and your brain’s gone hot, and his voice is doing that thing again, all lazy and smug like he already knows how this ends, like he’s just drawing it out to fuck with you, which is so very him, isn’t it?
ecause sylus doesn’t just want you desperate. he wants you embarrassed about it. wants you blushing, whining, clutching at his forearms like they’re lifelines while he slaps the thick head of his cock against your cunt with slow, wet, echoing thwacks that make you jolt every single time, your hips twitching like they’re trying to run away and rut into it at the same time.
“so sensitive,” he murmurs, almost sweet, but his grin is mean and you know it’s on purpose. “thought you said you could handle it.”
you whimper something—you’re not even sure what—and his cock slides low, catches on your clit, makes you yelp and grab at his wrist. he doesn’t stop. he presses down. rocks it in a tiny circle, just enough to make your lashes flutter and your thighs tremble, just enough to let you taste the idea of him without letting you have a single fucking inch of what you want.
“is that what you meant by ‘please’? or was that just noise?”
“sylus—”
“say it clearer if you want something, sweetheart.” and he slaps it again, thick and heavy, the smack of skin-on-slick obscene in the quiet. “you want it, baby?”
you nod, frantic. “yes—fuck, please—”
“didn’t sound like a thank-you,” he murmurs, another slap, this one harder, right against your clit, your whole body jerking like he electrocuted you. “didn’t sound like ‘i’ll be good, i swear,’ or even a pathetic little ‘sylus, you’re so mean, why are you teasing me?’—you’re slacking, baby. you know that?”
your mouth drops open. you want to scream. you want to sob. you want to choke on his cock already, honestly, except you know he’d just laugh at how eager you are, how drooly and dumb you get for it, so you try to hold on. try to stay upright. try to remember how to spell your name.
his cock slides down again. presses between your folds and rests there, hot and throbbing, so fucking heavy you almost cry. you try to grind down—he stops you with one hand on your waist, fingers tight, bruising.
“ah ah,” he says, mouth at your ear, voice syrup-slow. “don’t be greedy.”
you blink up at him, dazed. “you’re a fucking asshole.”
he laughs, bright and sharp, and slaps your pussy again like it’s punctuation, like he agrees. “and you love it.”
Glitterati + Joo jaekyung x f.oc (xuennixen on wattpad)
I'm gonna start uploading the smut parts of my fanfiction here on Tumblr—only some smut parts, so if you want to read the whole story feel free to visit my Wattpad account. Xuennixen
/chapter/ 0013-mirror/
"M-more, more, more" i repeatedly chanted. Picking up my pace— " not bad at all" i froze on the spot— i slowly looked at the door, it was wide open and there I saw jaekyung leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed together. He furrowed a brow before adding "Almost like a real whore" his lips formed a smug smile; showing his teeth. I know i have the post orgasm look right now and i couldn't care more. Slowly, he made his way to me— sitting by the tub.
"T-that's, ah, no, it's no–" i couldn't ever finish my words when I feel him grabbing my neck and start violently kissing me— he swallowed me whole, forcing his tongue in before biting my lower lip causing me to recoil from the pain. I cover my mouth with the back of my palm, staring at each other as I see him bite off his own lips. Not long after i felt his warm and firm fingers brushed though my already sensitive womanhood.
"wait!, jae.....here? really?" i protest feeling his fingers just above my heated core.
"why not? we're at home, after all." i gasped when i felt him slid three of his fingers. "two is boring.... You're getting used to it" he voiced.
"t-that's not it–" i welp when i felt a familiar sensation— yes this is it, this is the feelings I failed to give myself. his fingers were so long and girthy that it's enough to make me feel at bliss only by few pumps.
his vicious assault to my heated core sends shivers down to my spine— fuck it's too much, he moved so violently that it feels like tearing.
"S-stop...h-hurts" i winced when he fastened his momentum. firmly Grabbing his forearm with both of my hands. my knees automatically pressed together not allowing him for access. My voice broken "f-fuck.. I said it hurts" I lied— it didn't hurt at all, rather, it was super pleasurable that it became too much of I can handle.
"Stop giving me this fucking attitude! Your mouth said stop but your body says otherwise" he curled his finger inside making me jolt. "And— weren't you just touching yourself awhile ago? chanting more, as if it wasn't enough to satisfy your needy cunt. so, how about now? do you feel satisfied?" he coos a brow waiting for a response still working his magic down there.
"S-SHUT UP" I screamed not so loud, my hands are still letching into his, pushing it away. I'm starting to get overstimulated and it has become harder for me to breathe. My whimpers and pleas were undeniably getting louder. The force with which he moved his hand made the water from the tub fall on to the floor.
I stopped pushing his hand as I felt a familiar tightness in my lower abdomen, I bit my lower lip while pressing my long nails against his arm. I feel him vigorously move his digits inside of me. Clutching my eyes shut as i felt something raptured—"ahhhng!" cumming all over his fingers.
"Stand up" he commanded sliding his fingers out making me hissed.
"You know what" he said annoyed as he looked me up and down before picking me up and throwing me down in front of the sink. "Bent over" his voice demands as i follow. I choked when he suddenly penetrated me fully.
"You did a good job getting ready" The surprise is obvious on his face. "Even looser than usual".
I barely had time to react before he plunged into me, moving fast and deep. My hands gripped the sink so hard I thought I’d leave marks, my eyes locked on the floor. I couldn’t stop the moans spilling out of me—everything inside me was on fire from the overwhelming pleasure. I’d just come moments ago, but he wasn’t slowing down. I could feel him against my stomach, the way his manhood fit perfectly against mine, and I wrapped one hand around him, holding on tight.
“W-wait, slow down,” I whispered, tears threatening to fall as I kept my eyes closed. When he finally stopped moving, I let out a sigh of relief. My gaze drifted in front of me, catching his reflection in the mirror. He was grinning, that mischievous smile playing on his lips. Before I knew it, he lifted me up, holding my thighs wide open in front of the mirror, leaving me completely exposed.
“This view is better this way—after all, you should get to see too,” he said, eyes locked onto my reflection in the mirror. I just stared back at him, unable to ignore the cocky smirk on his face as he said it.
I froze as I suddenly realized the position I was in. It was way too embarrassing.
“W-wait, Jaekyung, put me down!” I squirmed, trying to break free. At least when I’m bent over, I don’t have to see anything… but this—this is just-
“E-embarrassing,” I whispered weakly, my energy completely drained. This was crazy!
“Please, please not like this,” I pleaded firmly, pushing myself away from his arms.
I jolted when he pulled me closer, holding me firmly in place.
“Hey, if you keep squirming, you’re gonna fall over. So stay still if you don’t want to crack your head open on the sink,” he warned, his voice low and rough. I bit my lower lip, tightening my grip on his forearm. I felt the sharp sting as he pressed harder, sliding deep inside me with a force that took my breath away.
“Ahh, w-wait, please,” I begged, overwhelmed with embarrassment. This was too much. He kept moving at a wild, animalistic pace, and I couldn’t hold back the tears or the sounds escaping me. My eyes welled up, my chest rising and falling as I was spread wide, every thrust clear and intense. i watch his thing come in and out of me, a white cream is wrapped around his cock were visible.
I closed my eyes, unable to bear the humiliation. “S-slow down a bit, please,” I pleaded, but he only moved harder.
“Look at me,” he gasped, voice rough. “You’re an actress, right? You should be used to this. You shouldn’t be embarrassed anymore.” He whispered it, clearly holding back his own moans.
How rough is he going to be? At this point, he’s gonna pierce my guts. I gritted my teeth, eyes still shut and head bowed. But he noticed.
“Hey, Choi Jiyoo,” he growled, pulling out completely before slamming back in, bottoming out with a force that made me jolt. My stomach clenched at the jarring thrust, and I gasped.
“Open your eyes,” he snapped, breath ragged. “I’m doing all this trouble to give you a show, So look... Closely.” Shit, he’s such an ass. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, meeting his dark, hungry gaze in the mirror. He stared back, unflinching, before driving into me again—harder, faster, like he wanted to ruin me.
“Your hole starts light and all—but it gets redder and redder as I move in and out,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at how it’s swallowing my cock like it’s the tastiest thing in the world. See? Don’t you think it’s unfair if I’m the only one who gets to watch?” His tone oozed smugness.
“S-shut up!” I choked out. Fuck, this is so perverted—why is he making me look? I turned my face away, cheeks burning.
“Don’t. Look. Away,” he ordered, slamming into me so hard my moans spilled out loud and shameless. My thighs trembled, sore and spread wide. “I’m showing you this out of goodwill.”
Against my will, my gaze flickered back to where our bodies connected. Now that I’d seen it once, my eyes kept drifting there—the lewd sight of him claiming me, over and over. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to look anymore, but it was too late. The image was seared into my mind.
I felt him twitch inside me, knowing he was close—so was I. He kept moving, each thrust hitting my lower stomach with fierce tightness. My eyes squeezed shut as I came hard, the warmth of my release shocking me as it splattered on the mirror. So embarrassing!
“Fuck, you squeeze my cock so tight I feel like I’m gonna snap in half,” he grinned, eyes locked on my lower body. Not long after, he came too, panting as his seed spilled inside me, oozing out slowly. I panted, struggling to catch my breath.
“Don’t sleep on me, we’re not done,” he said, lifting me up and carrying me toward his room.
Really, it was a very long night for the two of us...
details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, p in v (samuel puts you in full nelson), cunnilingus, nipple play, possessive sex, he slaps your kitty, mirror sex, slight exhibitionism, public sex (?), unprotected, toxic rs
A/N: this is for all my ppl who rq'd samuel smut and also i kindaaa went overboard (2.4k wc) with this bc i was listening to house of cards and a bunch of the weeknd songs🥸
You and Samuel's relationship, to put it lightly, had always been a roller coaster. Sure, you had your happy moments, but they never lasted long before you were fighting over something. And when you weren't fighting, you both became ghosts to each other—minimal interactions, going to bed with your backs turned. You tried to end things multiple times, and Samuel let it happen. Because one thing Samuel knew for certain was that you'd always come back.
The first time you broke up with him, he was desperate—begging you to come back, and you did. After that, though, it became a routine. He no longer took the breakups seriously, knowing that with enough sweet words and pleading, you'd always return.
But this time was different.
This time, he miscalculated. He didn't take the breakup seriously, and that was his mistake, because this time you stood firm. No amount of texts, missed calls, or even the bouquets he sent to your door swayed you. You stayed gone. And it took him a while to realize you meant it this time.
So he tried to move on. He cut contact, tried to distract himself. But the truth was, he hadn't moved on at all.
Curiosity got the better of him after a few months, and he found out you were seeing someone else. What's that saying again? Oh, right—curiosity killed the cat.
That was what brought him here, to this crowded club. Samuel wasn’t here to meet new people—well, maybe that was part of it—but the real reason was to drown his sorrows. He knew he looked pathetic, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he could just start beating some random person to release all his pent-up frustration.
Fuck. He shouldn’t be so affected by this. He should have moved on by now, yet just seeing your face in his mind was enough to send him right back to square one.
From the corner of his eye, he saw someone sit down beside him, but he didn’t pay it any mind.
"Hi there," a voice said, and it was a voice he knew all too well. His eyes slowly shifted from the bottle of soju in front of him to you, sitting right next to him. He was speechless. Maybe he’d already had too much to drink.
"Don’t look at me like that. Is there something wrong with my face?" you said with a friendly smile. Too friendly.
“You…” Samuel breathed out.
“Me?” you asked casually, glancing down at the menu in your hand.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice gruff. “I’m with my friends,” you replied. With your friends, Samuel repeated silently in his head. Was the guy you were seeing here too? Is that why you were acting so composed while he sat there looking like a washed-up loser?
Samuel ran a hand through his messy hair, then reached for another bottle. “I’ll pay,” he suddenly said when he saw you about to order a drink. You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. “If you say so,” you hummed, not passing up the opportunity.
Samuel’s thoughts were a mess. He couldn’t quite settle on what he wanted to say to you. It was like there were too many emotions swirling in his head, all fighting for dominance.
“…And what are you doing here?” you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“Just wanted to relax,” he replied. A half-truth.
“Didn’t know clubs were your thing,” you said, watching him down the rest of his drink.
“They’re not,” he responded bluntly. You noticed the sharpness in his tone and decided to drop it.
A few moments of silence passed before he finally asked, “So… what have you been up to?”
“You know, the usual,” you said as your drink arrived.
Samuel couldn’t help but look at you. His heart felt heavier with each glance. You both talked for a bit, exchanging stories about what had been going on in your lives. It was almost surreal, sitting here, talking like this after everything. "And what about that guy you're seeing? Is he with you tonight?" Samuel asked, trying to sound indifferent but not quite succeeding. You froze for a moment, awkwardly tracing the rim of your glass. "Oh… uh, no. He’s, um, busy," you mumbled.
Samuel stared ahead, but a smirk tugged at his lips. He knew that look, that tone—a sign of trouble. "Too busy for you?" he asked, tilting his head, testing the waters. You nodded, still focused on your glass, completely missing the way Samuel was watching you now, like a predator who had just spotted an opening.
"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with faux surprise. "That’s a shame. I thought you two were doing well."
You could hear the mockery in his voice. “Samuel—” you started.
"I had a feeling he wasn’t good enough for you," he interrupted, his eyes really meeting yours for the first time that night. "Don’t," you said, your voice carrying a warning that wasn’t as firm as you intended it to be.
Samuel leaned in, his hand lightly brushing against your arm before he gripped your wrist, pulling you closer. "Tell me I’m wrong," he challenged, his voice low. "Tell me you don’t miss me. Tell me you don’t miss us."
Your eyes flicked between his hand on your wrist and his face. You bit your lip, glancing elsewhere, unable to meet his intense gaze. "We broke up for a reason," you muttered, more as a reminder to yourself than to him. He grinned, leaning even closer until his lips were just inches from yours. "People make mistakes. Doesn’t mean we can’t fix them."
Your breath hitched as you looked up at him. There was hesitation in your eyes, but there was something else there too. Something dangerous. That same fire that once burned between you two was beginning to ignite again.
Samuel could see it in the way your eyes trailed over his features.
He leaned in even further, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can make you forget about him," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Just give me one night."
Your breath was shaky as you exhaled, and in that moment, he knew he had you. You didn’t say a word, but the way your fingers curled into his shirt and pulled him closer was all the confirmation he needed.
Just like that, you were lured in, caught in the hunter’s trap once again.
But you could hardly care about that now, could you? Not when his tongue is tangled with yours in a passionate kiss. The bathroom is dark and, surprisingly, fragrant.
Samuel hoists you onto the counter, his hands sliding up your thighs, bunching your dress around your hips as he positions himself between your legs. His hands roam your body, alternating between groping and kneading, desperate to feel as much of you as he can. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, sucking and leaving marks on your collarbone.
It’s as if he’s been starved of touch, and you’re the first to offer it to him. In a way, that’s exactly how it feels, considering how much he’s buried himself in work just to try and forget. “Missed you so much, princess,” he murmurs against your skin, continuing his descent.
He pulls down the front of your dress—along with your bra—to take one of your breasts into his mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you sigh in pleasure, his mouth on one breast while he kneads the other. His hand slides down to your waist, tugging your underwear off in one swift motion.
Samuel pulls back for a moment, your hardened nipple glistening with saliva in the dim light. He drags you closer to the edge of the counter before dropping to his knees, pressing his face between your thighs. Your legs instinctively close around his head at the sudden rush of contact, and he pinches your thigh lightly in response. A gasp escapes your lips as he begins devouring you like a man starved. His thoughts are singular: He’s missed you, your taste, the way you feel, and the sound of your moans, even if they’re muffled by your hand.
“No one’s going to hear. Put your hand down,” he orders, his voice rough. It’s not a suggestion; it’s a command. But since when have you ever listened to him? You shake your head, and he rolls his eyes.
“Suit yourself,” he mutters before diving back in, tongue plunging into you. Flicking, sliding, and pressing that soft muscle against your core until your mind starts to blur. The room seems to fade into nothingness.
The only thing you’re aware of is the soft, warm slide of his tongue, the pressure he applies in just the right spots, and the ragged sound of his breathing as he loses himself in the moment. His hands grip your thighs firmly, grounding you, yet the way his mouth works against you sends your mind spinning, your heart pounding in your ears.
“Sammy—! Sammy, ’m gonna—” You choke out, teetering on the edge of release, your body trembling under the intensity. Your body arches involuntarily, your breath catching in your throat. A warmth floods through your veins, a mix of anticipation and inevitability as you teeter on the brink. Your hands grasp for anything—his hair, the countertop—desperately seeking an anchor as your mind goes blank, overwhelmed by sensation.
He doesn’t let up, continuing his relentless attack on your body. No, he plans to make you cum twice—maybe even three times—on his tongue before he even considers fucking you. And when he does, it won’t be in this tasteless club bathroom. Oh no. He’s going to take you home, or maybe to a nearby hotel, where he can have you all to himself.
This place isn’t worthy of what he has in mind.
The thing is, you’re still hesitant. Samuel would’ve let it slide—he would’ve—if he hadn’t caught the way you kept glancing at your boyfriend’s messages. Something in him snapped.
You were worried about that guy when Samuel was right there? Yeah, forget the nice guy act. He’s going to make sure you forget all about that boy tonight. He’ll make sure you’re so utterly consumed by him that you won’t even remember anyone else’s name but his.
“Eyes on the mirror,” he growls, his voice thick with authority as he grips your jaw, forcing your gaze forward. His fingers press against your cheek, making sure you watch—making sure you see. You can see yourself, spread so sinfully wide as he thrusts his cock into you.
Your knees are pulled back towards your chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around your thighs, his feet planted firmly on the bed. Your hands cling weakly to his strong arms as he pounds into you, every brutal thrust making your body tremble, tears forming in your eyes, and drool pooling at the corner of your lips.
“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he rasps, fingers pressing harder into your cheeks. “The nerve you’ve got—” Plap! “to still be texting—” Plap! “that guy, after what we did in that bathroom?” The wet slap of skin meeting skin punctuates each word, echoing through the room. “Didn’t mean to—jus’—ah! I wanted t’check my—” you sob, unable to finish your sentence. “Your notifications?” he spits out, finishing for you. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I know you’re still thinking about him.” His voice is venomous, and you can only shake your head in a weak attempt to deny it.
Irritation flares in him, and he goes harder, his pace relentless. You can’t do anything but moan and whimper, your nails digging into the inked skin of his forearms. The bed creaks beneath you as he takes you harder, faster, as if punishing you for daring to think of anyone but him. Each punishing thrust sends him deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again, the hard press of his hips making your whole body rock.
“I’m gonna ruin this pussy for him,” he growls into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as if to mark you, to brand you as his. “Fucking ruin it f’anyone. You’ll be mine. You hear me? All. Fucking. Mine.” His fingers release your face to give your clit a sharp slap, the line between pleasure and pain dissolves completely.
The sting sparks through you, making you whimper, but you can’t even register the pain anymore—not when the pleasure has you teetering on the edge of something overwhelming. The sound of your voice, broken and breathless as you cry out his name, drives him to push you closer to your breaking point
You can barely think, let alone speak. Only nodding in compliance, your body wracked with orgasm after orgasm, your walls spasming around him as you come undone again and again.
Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing cuts through the haze. Was it yours or Samuel’s? A quick glance tells you everything—it’s yours. Samuel’s eyes follow yours to see your boyfriend’s name flashing across the screen. His expression shifts from displeasure to something far more wicked, a twisted smirk spreading across his lips.
“Go on, answer it,” he whispers in your ear.
“But—” you try to protest, but one sharp look from him silences you. That look, the one that always makes heat pool between your legs. Reluctantly, you reach for your phone.
“Hello?” you manage to say, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. Samuel watches you, his possessive gaze locked on your face, savoring every second of your struggle. For a moment, he slows his thrusts, allowing you to speak—just long enough to give you a false sense of control. Then, with one brutal motion, he drives himself deeper into you, hitting that spot inside you that makes your mind go blank.
You nearly choke on a gasp, but you stifle it with your hand. You glance at Samuel, only to be met with his smug, shit-eating grin. Another brutal thrust, and suddenly, he’s back to his relentless pace, dragging his cock in and out of you with such savage intensity that you can’t hold back anymore.
You bite down on your lip, eyes squeezed shut as tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks, your phone slipping from your grasp.
Samuel catches it effortlessly, pressing it to his ear. “Too bad you’re not here to see her like this. But don’t worry—I’m taking good care of her,” he taunts, his voice laced with a dark satisfaction. The panicked voice on the other end makes him chuckle before he ends the call, setting your phone to ‘do not disturb' and tossing it aside.
no wait i actually wish fanfic sex was real sometimes. i too wanna put a 12 incher in my pussy without hurting. i too wanna make his tip kiss my cervix without wanting to die. i too want it in my ass without the need of any prep. i too wanna cum fifteen times without passing out. i too want a dick bulge in my tummy. i too wanna gobble his big cock past my throat without gagging. i too wanna go for six hours nonstop. i...
❤︎ | While your other friends are enjoying themselves on your little camping trip, you and Kaiser were secretly fucking around (3k wc)
╰ feat. michael kaiser (bllk) x afab! reader
kinktober entry no. 6 | kinktober masterlist
tags - exhibitionism, car fun, fingering, hand jobs, kaiser is a bit desperate, camping trip, p in v, breeding, p*rn with plot, profanity, kaiser and reader banter a bit, friends/enemies-ish to lovers
minors do not interact
"Can you stop fucking moving for a second?"
A tone of annoyance filled his voice as he gripped your waist, effectively keeping you in place.
You two found yourselves in a rather interesting position—at the back of your friend's car with nothing else but the equipment you guys brought for the camping trip. You and Kaiser just pulled the short end of the stick hence why the others were enjoying a little bit of space in the cramped car, while you two had none at all.
"Move one more time and I swear to God—"
"What? You'll get harder?" you tease.
Kaiser clicked his tongue. He was already regretting this trip. The first half of the journey was rather peaceful as he probably fell asleep. And maybe it was because he wasn't conscious to keep his "thing" in control—combined with the fact that you had been rubbing against him this entire time—but it wasn't surprising that he was slowly getting hard.
You thought it would be funny to mess with him; you two had that kind of odd relationship anyway. So you rolled your ass against him, pretending that the road was bumpier than it actually is... until he woke up and became aware of the situation.
"I'm not hard," he denies. But the stiff feeling poking at you from behind told you otherwise.
You simply grinded your hips against him again in response—earning a low groan from him.
"Ya alright back there, man?" one of your friends asks, looking in the rear view mirror.
Kaiser breathes in. "Yeah, one of the tent poles just kept poking me and it hurt."
"Something's poking me too," you add, but Kaiser quickly pinches the side of your waist to stop your mischief.
Your friend laughs, completely unaware of what you two were doing at the back of his car. "My bad. Y'all just try your best to get comfortable, a'ight? We got about another hour on the road."
A whole entire hour.
You could either torture yourself by dwelling on the fact that your position was uncomfortable or... you could have fun. But it seems like Kaiser had the same idea as he slowly lifted up the skirt of your sundress. Your eyes widened, fully knowing that the tides have now turned against you.
"Let's see if you like it," he whispers in your ear. His breath felt warm, contrasting the chilly air of the airconditioned vehicle.
The panties you wore today matched the color of your sundress, except he can't really see it with you sitting on his lap like that. Though it hardly mattered. It was coming off later anyway.
He swiped a finger along your core, noticing how damp it had gotten. Kaiser elicits a low chuckle, whispering in your ear again, "Look at how wet you got from grinding on me. Slut."
There was no comeback; how could you deny that? Especially as he presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing it slowly. You were about to moan and fall back against his chest, but his other hand stopped you.
"Hey, remember he can see us through the mirror, right? I'd suggest you behave unless you want them to see you whoring yourself out for me."
You swallowed back your wanton moans. The fact that he had his hand on your pussy so shamelessly was embarrassing enough; you didn't need for the others to find that out too.
But for as embarrassing as it is, you made no effort to swat his hand away. In fact, you let him go on. You let him rub your sensitive clit faster. And you let him hook a finger in the gusset, pulling the fabric out of the way.
He swiped his finger again and it had him snickering. Kaiser pressed a kiss on your shoulder blade as way to show his amusement. "Holy shit. You're dripping for me."
This time, it was you clicking your tongue at him. But again, you were at a loss for words. You were too focused on the way he played with your pussy and his dick that seemed to be getting even harder. It was impossible to ignore how it pressed against the flesh of your ass.
"What? Got nothing to say now? Where did all your attitude go—"
Turning to face him slightly, you pleaded. "Just take responsibility for it... please?"
You swore you felt his dick twitch through his sweats. Kaiser gulped down, not expecting for that kind of response. He wanted you to fight back—be your usual feisty self. What was he to do now?
"Say it again," he whispered lowly.
"Kaiser... please?" you obeyed.
He hated how easily he gave in as well. All he needed was your honeyed pleas and he was sold.
Kaiser clicked his tongue, knowingly facing a predicament. On one hand, he wanted to listen to his lust infested brain. But it was dangerous. He was about to finger fuck you in a car filled with your dearest friends after all.
His free hand held you by the arm. "Be quiet... or else."
You gulped. It was going to be a difficult task, but you'd rather keep your mouth shut than get no relief at all. He slowly slid one finger in as if to test the waters.
As he expected, it was warm and tight. It made his mind race with all sorts of lewd images. He silently cursed himself, knowing that he was in no position to give himself the same kind of relief.
Perhaps, seeing you enjoy yourself on his fingers would get him off... for now at least.
Though his mind was preoccupied on what could and couldn't be—he absentmindedly pushed in two fingers without warning. The way his thumb resumed to rubbing circles on your clit while he pistoned his fingers out of you felt too practiced—like he had done this thing plenty of times in the past.
He skillfully and precisely brought you to orgasm—all the while you were fighting for your life to keep your sounds at bay. Hell, you were sure that you were biting down on your lips hard enough to make it bleed.
Kaiser let you ride out your high, still pushing his fingers in and out… slowly. A breathy rasp leaves his lips as he throws his head back against the seat. To some extent, part of him felt liberated too.
A boundary was crossed—one that you two teetered on for what felt like months. His dick was aching, yes, but a different kind of warmth filled him.
Hope? He wanted to call it that, but it felt pathetic somehow. Kaiser felt a bit stupid—thinking too hard about something else while you’re right here, sitting on his lap all fucked out.
“Enjoyed yourself?” He whispered to you once more.
“Shut up, ass hat.”
He chuckles. “That’s what I get? After fing—“
“Shut the fuck up. I’m serious,” you sneer.
And he did; awkward silence enveloped the two of you as you sat uncomfortably—Kaiser still with his hard on and you with your ruined underwear. All you wanted at this point was to get out of the fucking car.
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“Hey, so uh, where did Kaiser go?”
Your friends seemed to look in your direction, thinking that you of all people should know the whereabouts of the man whose lap you sat on for quite some time. However, you didn’t bother sparing them a glance as you continued to help set up camp.
“How would I know?”
Your friends looked amongst each other, slightly unconvinced by your cluelessness. But they shrugged it off—thankfully. Everyone resumed to their designated camp duties and not long after, Kaiser returned from his so-called bathroom break. Though you had a hunch on what that truly meant.
It was normal for the most part—everything went as you had envisioned it… except for the little fact that Kaiser would be avoiding you.
Here you thought that after your little stunt in the car, he’d be even more forward with you. But it seems to have an opposite effect. Every time your eyes would meet, he’d look away. You didn’t even dare talk to him because you knew he’d gloss over you.
But the fact of the matter was that—Michael Kaiser was too overwhelmed by the sudden shift in your relationship. He was trying his fucking best to keep himself in control. Otherwise, there may be consequences…
Consequences which you will soon know of.
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You think the world likes to play tricks on you because why do you have to sleep in the same tent as him when there were 2? And why oh why did you have to sleep beside him? There were 4 of you inside the tent—but still—you found yourself on the same inflatable mattress, under the same blanket. Because of course, the damn thing only fit for two people.
Your friends thought it was alright considering you two have already broken the barrier of physical touch; they just didn’t know how far that REALLY meant.
As best as you tried to sleep, you felt intense eyes boring into the back of your head. You silently cursed him for not following the unspoken rule of sleeping back to back. This was just impossible.
You turned around to face him, pulling more of the blanket towards you. Your eyes were met with his. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. What the fuck’s going on with you?”
He stared blankly at you, lips pressed in a straight line. “Nothing.”
“Cut the bullshit. You’ve been avoiding me the entire time we were here after you… you…”
“After I made you cum in the car?”
The audacity of this man caused you to kick his shin. He had to bite back a pained groan to not wake up the others.
“Was that fucking necessary?” He asked. But his question was met with silence; he took it as a hard resounding yes.
A frustrated sigh spilled from his lips. "Fine. I was avoiding you because... I know I won't be able to control myself around you."
You raise your eyebrow in response, unsure of what he meant exactly. He couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose to express his exasperation.
"I was this close," he says while pinching his pointer and thumb together as if to show he was holding something miniscule between the pads of his fingers. "I was this close to fucking you in the car."
Your eyes widened in disbelief. This whole time you thought he had regretted his previous actions back in the car, but you had it totally backwards. It was your turn to sigh.
"You could've just told me," you countered.
"That I wanted to fuck?"
"Yeah."
...
"I wanna fuck then," he says so matter-of-factly. It was almost comical to you that it made you chuckle softly.
"What's so funny, assh—"
You cut him off by pulling him into a soft but passionate kiss. Your palm cupped his cheek and your fingers wove themselves into his silky blonde hair.
He was a good kisser—that much was to be expected. It didn't take long for him to reciprocate and then some, pulling your leg to drape over his hips.
Kaiser wanted—no, needed—you to be closer to him. He had to feel your heat, your presence, your everything.
It was almost animalistic how he tried to devour your lips. It was desperate—like a call for help. Now, you were a hundred percent sure about what he had been doing earlier when he left the group.
You pulled away, breathless. If not for the concept of breathing, you would have gone at it until morning. His bright blue eyes stared into yours.
Kaiser was eerily silent, but mostly because he didn't want to get caught doing something dirty with you in the tent. He let his actions speak for himself—his hand lowering to grope the flesh of your ass.
He squeezed it harshly and without restraint; he was way past that. But he decided that it wasn't enough.
He slowly cupped your pussy with his slender fingers. Surely, he was more excited than you were.
"We can't..." your voice trails off—partially due to disappointment, but mostly because he began rubbing your clit again.
"Why not?"
"What? Are you not aware of the two other people sleeping in here?"
"The fuck do we do then?"
But it would seem that he had no plans of letting you speak. Somehow, his fingers found their way in—past your cotton shorts and past the sorry excuse for panties that you wore.
He had been there earlier, so he wasted no time plunging his fingers as if they belonged there. The slight squelching sound made your stomach knot in fear; you could only hope that your friends were sleeping deeply enough.
"What do we do, pretty?" he asked again, though softer.
But his tone betrayed his actions. He stared at you like he wasn't doing anything dirty to you under that blanket.
"I... we... we can't"
Kaiser hummed. "We can't huh?" But he continues to bully his fingers into you and it made your head spin. Words had failed you at this point, so you held on to his arm—failing miserably at stopping him. But you both knew that you wouldn't want him to stop anyway.
The impending climax clouded your judgement. Part of you felt oddly fine if your friends did end up waking and catching you in the act.
The fear had morphed into forbidden excitement.
But it was too soon as he pulled his hand out, leaving you high and dry.
"You think you can get to cum again after being so selfish in the car?"
He tried his best to remain firm, but the muffled whines you let out slowly chipped at his resolve.
"Nuh uh. You gotta be fair," he argued.
At the very least, you were easy to talk to. You pushed him to lie on his back as you propped yourself up on your shoulder. Your palm caressed his body before sliding down to his aching cock. Finally free from its confines, Kaiser let out a strained sigh of relief.
The blanket was a useless barrier; it barely hid his hard length and the motions of your hand.
You chose to go at a painfully slow pace—it made his head spin. But it was so much better than using his own hand that he found it hard to complain at all.
"Fuckkkk," he drawled out.
His face of pleasure was mesmerizing—eyes glued shut with his jaw hanging loosely. It motivated you... somehow. Speeding up the pace, you eventually brought him to orgasm. His body flinched, but he tried to stop himself—not wanting to show how badly you affected him.
You kept his cock in your hand, amazed that it was still hard even after cumming once. "Shit... how are you still hard?"
"Been thinking about this shit all day... How can I not be?"
His honest words sent a jolt to your core. You thought it was impossible to get even wetter. But he managed to do the impossible.
"Fuck—just turn around, will you?"
He asked, but it sounded more like a command. Kaiser got on to his side once more and guided you to do the same so that your back was against his chest. His warm breath fanned the skin of your neck.
His heart was thumping so hard that you could feel it reverberate in your own body.
"Hold your leg up," he commanded again. And you obeyed like the good girl that you are for him.
Kaiser deftly pushed the fabric that was in his way, lining up his cock against your entrance. He pushed only the tip in, but that alone was tantalizing.
You could hear the way his breath hitched. His hand replaced yours as he held up your leg himself. His long fingers dug into the flesh of your thigh, keeping it high enough so he can fuck into you better.
Slowly, he rolled his hips—getting at least half of his length in. You almost let a moan slip out, but you were cautious enough to slap your hand over your mouth.
Checking to see if they're still asleep, Kaiser figured it was safe enough to sheath himself completely inside you. And he swore it was heaven.
Even he wanted to moan. But the prospect of being discovered and stopped abruptly prevented him from making any sound at all. He wanted this. He wanted it badly. Nothing's going to stop it now.
He languidly rolled his hips back and forth—fucking into you without another thought. His cock stretched you out in a way you've never felt before. But it was good... way too good.
It was a crime not to be a moaning mess right now. The slow and precise thrusts turned into frenzied fucking—like this was going to be the first and last time he'd be able to feel your pussy around his cock.
"Shit... this is way too good. I could get addicted," he whispered. "Gonna make me cum twice in one night."
Although you wanted to respond, it was impossible without moaning like a bitch in heat and getting you two caught. The best you could do was to clench around him.
Kaiser bit into your shoulder, suppressing his own grunts. You felt his grip on your thigh tighten substantially.
"Fuuuuck... can I cum inside? Can I?"
He shuddered. "Please? Shit... I won't last longer."
Your mind was swirling—not a single coherent thought could be formed other than a single word.
"Yes."
You whispered it—over and over again into the dead air. And as if on cue, his hips jerked up, fully shoving himself into your deepest parts and shooting hot ropes of cum.
He filled you up nicely—just as how he had been imagining in the car. Though, his daydreams paled in comparison to the real thing.
Again, he let you ride out your orgasm, not pulling out just yet.
"Hey... wanna see how many more rounds we can do before they wake up?"
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: '𝐉𝐨𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐒 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥' — The eventful match that could rewrite team BLACK’s history is nothing but a few hours away. But a sudden rush of adrenaline had his very assistant and physiotherapist Y/n acting out her own character. Unwillingly, her fiery lust unravels for the sadist athlete, leading to a torrid pre-match night.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: TOXIC! behaviour, dark content ahead!, explicit/ graphic content, power dynamics, authority, Dom/sub dynamics, masturbation (fem. receiving)/ blowjob/ unprotected/ vaginal sex, anal sex (rough), reader losing all sense of self-control and just wanting to be pounded STUPID, reader turning into a braindead romantic slut, heavy degradation, taunting/ teasing, rough/hardcore manhandling, pining/begging, heavy squirting, water stuff *Ahem* (just a hint, you’ve been warned :) ), creampie, reader clearly catching feelings throughout the whole thing.
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𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 − 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
'What brings you here?'
He stood in the entrance, his thick dark eyebrows frowned upon the almond-shaped eyes.
‘I said to meet me at 10, didn’t I?’
'Sorry, I know. I'm way ahead of our… meeting.'
He let you in with a low grunt − a strong eau sauvage cologne scent filling his hotel room made you already more sensitive…
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You struggled to sleep the whole night. The pent-up anxiety combined with the anticipation for Jaekyung's fateful match twisted your stomach into a million knots. Time trickled by painfully, waiting on his phone call to finally have you over.
You waited in your room, eager and in heat. Your little fingers fiddled with your pussy for minutes that led to hours. You figured pleasuring yourself to the thought of him would cut it off and finally offer you some relief, but the burning arousal between your legs dripping through and through put your efforts to shame.
Becoming jaekyung's personal slut within the first week you two met each other got your little inexperienced body so used to his. Nothing else but his strong scent, his bulky weight, his suffocating heat and his rough touches satisfied your cravings anymore. And it showed every time you tried getting yourself off on your own.
Your visual memory turned into luscious eroticas of the handsome man, fogging-up with vivid shots of him choking you out, groping your ass like a pervert and whispering the filthiest insults into your neck. And so came the moment where your own legs took you to his room, nerve-burning lust already clouding over your brain −
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'Oh,'
He opened the door and stepped closer to the door frame, height difference soaking your cunt instantly.
'Well…I don't feel like it now.'
He smirked and looked you up and down, the upwards curl on his rosy lips paired with his thick adam’s apple tempted you to suck on, peck and nibble.
You hated to feel so small and needy, but you were soaking through your thong. His thick cock is all you had in mind all day, and the ache between your legs persisted, if anything it got worse now that you saw him in his black sleeve, his stomach muscles still contracting from his pre-match training.
'And you didn't bother putting something less slutty than that? How lewd of you…' He pinched your left nipple over your thin shirt, 'You walked down the hallway with your nips perked out. And showed up to my door two hours prior…
Have you lost it?'
'But sir…Please, w-what does it matter if we did it a bit…sooner?'
'So we asking for it now, huh?' He raised a brow, 'I'm so used to your bitchy whines whenever I lay a finger on you,
He stepped forward, closing the distance between your bodies as his beautiful black eyes stared you down
's not like you at all to be so eager, doc.'
'P-Please fuck me! I’ll take all of you, promise!' Your voice softens, legs almost giving in from lust.
'How shameless. begging me to run a train on you in a hotel room' He crosses his arms over his chest, giving you a better view of the inked dragon on his forearm.
'Go play with yourself for me, yeah? Take your time till I hit you up.' He coos, leaning down to reach your head level.
'But it's…n-not working!' You protested, eyes filling up with tears. There was clearly no waiting further, your poor pussy begged you to touch Jaekyung and your brain rotted away, picturing him thrusting in every hole you had on repeat.
You took a couple steps forward and propped yourself on his bed, sliding your hand beneath your underwear. Back arching and head digging into the matress, you pulled your thong to the side, giving him a perfect shot of your bare ass and slickened folds. His brows furrowed, curious at a slutty doc slowly losing all her shame.
You brought your middle and ring finger to your lips and coated them in your spit, shamelessly staring dead into his eyes as he watched with crossed arms. You thrusted your fingers into your hole with a loud ‘Oh gosh-‘, no thoughts left in your mind to care.
His pheromones took over your brain the moment he opened his room door. Or so you chose to blame them for slowly corrupting you. You hated to see yourself begging him, but pride be damned! Your pussy acted on her own free will, and you weren’t about to hold her back no matter the reason.
'You need cock this fucking bad huh, Y/n?’ He sneers, eyes glued to the lewd sight you just offered him,
‘You’re dying to take it, hmm?'
‘Mr Joo, please c-come closer to me,
‘C-Can’t take it anymore, mr Joo…please’ Your fingers sped up the thrusts, slimy precum dribbling down your thighs ‘Fuck me till I squirt! It’s so much better when it’s your cock fucking me!’
'Remember how much you begged me tonight, doc…'
He yanked a fistful of your hair backwards, lining your face lower with his throbbing bulge.
'Get my big cock hard for me and I’ll see if I can be nice to you, would ya?'
You shoved your face into his crotch, breathing in his slightly tangy scent as much as your lungs could take, muffling your nose into his freshly shaven pubes. You whine deliberately, sending vibrations through his shaft and squichy balls. The slit on his cockhead drips more cum, spreading the slight saltiness over your tastebuds.
‘Hey, look at me’
He stuffed his thumb into your mouth, slapping his flushed tip on your lips as you you planted a wet kiss right on his cockhead.
The feverish desire to touch him drove you insane, swirling your tongue over his tip and twisting your little fists all over his veiny length. you splayed your palms on his abdomen, fingernails tracing his strong V-line and groping his large pelvis for leverage.
‘mmh need it so much…’ Your tongue flattened, gliding along his thickest vein, that one that makes you moan in pleasure every time Jaekyung stretches your tight uterus.
He groans and falls back onto the couch, spreading his legs wider as you deep-throated most of his fat cock. You smirked and wrapped your lips shut, feeling proud of yourself as his thick base finally made contact with your lips.
‘Mmmh…look at you, Team Black’s sweetheart. Acting all nice and coy while milking my cock dry’ He falters and throws his head back, grunting louder.
His thick, toned hips clenched upwards as you hollowed your cheeks, letting go with a wet pop. You pumped him up and down, lips pleasuring his warm, fat ballsack. You suckled his left nut and softly fondled the right one in your palm, smearing it with his overflowing precum.
His fingertips dug into your scalp, messing your locks up and bobbing your head on his length. A deep crease formed between his raven thick brows, his plump lips forming a cute o shape.
‘You’re leaking so much precum, mr Joo..’ You coo ‘You shame me for wanting you…while your balls feel so full and heavy in my mouth’ You smirk and gently massage your fingers into his warm balls, kissing them even slower.
‘look…I made you hard… just as you told me’
You bat your lashes and stare into his eyes, leaning your head on his thigh and stroking his cock next to your cheek. You pump him faster, your free hand caressing his stomach and hips.
‘Ngh…you’re loud tonight, doc’ He shoved your head deeper in, gagging you till the fat tears came out. ‘But guess I gotta keep my promises huh?’ The two large hands held your head still, squeezing your already soaked chin. Your tears blur the sight of his reddned cheeks, hiccuping from how much your throat squeezed on his cock.
He props his hands under your arms and lifts you up. Noticing the spot of your wetness on the carpet. Your pussy throbbed from Jaekyungs raw groans. A clear puddle of wetness formed under you cunt, getting bigger and stickier the whole time you sucked him off on your knees.
'Did you cum yet, miss Doc?' he smirks and whispers into your neck.
The faux empathy in his voice struck a nerve. You shook your head no in frustration and turned around to face him. ‘You p-promised to make me feel good too!’
You straddled his thigh, small hands groping his hard pecs.
‘I don’t wanna wait anymoore..’
'I wonder what would you do without me, miss y/n.' He flicked his tongue, grabbing your waist firmly and setting you spread on bed surface.
‘Where do you want me, doc? which hole of yours wants me more?’ He stood over you and gave himself a few pumps, hand wrapped on your hip.
‘Whatever hole you want, I just want you!’
‘Both are damn tiny to me’ the cocky smirk on his face never falters, throwing you over his bed and pulling you closer by your ankles.
He flips you over and pushes your face deep into his sheets, pulling your thin T-shirt over your head. The soft flesh of your breasts tingles, nipples all raw and sensitive from the friction. His full weight pours onto your back, both your skins sticking on each other.
‘Want them both fucked loose tonight? I’m feeling generous’
You spread your legs wide, taking him past your puffy lips. His fists pinned your wrists to the bed, pushing a low curse under his breath.
He folded your legs over your head, pressing firmly till he shaped you in a perfect mating press. You gasped and clawed at the sheets, feeling the harsh push of his thick cockhead. You felt that puffy vein again, frotting in and out of you as your clenching got worse.
‘Fuck…mr Joo..feels so good- so fucking good!’
His steady pressure got heavier, ridged sides of his girth restlessly bumping into your cervix, ripping some of the loudest moans from your mouth. You locked him between your arms, pressing down on his back to keep him closest to you.
Taking him deep inside you did feel good, but the warmth his body covered you in got you to a different high, one that had you almost confessing to him mid sex.
‘I l-like it, mr Joo…I like you a lot-
'You're a fucking mess today, aren't you?' He grasped your throat tighter, slapping both your cheeks. You jerked away from the stinging pain, mouth opening to shamelessly ask him for another one.
‘I-I want more, want you…mr Joo..so bad’
'Hey, You're fucking wasted, are you?' He spits on your pursed lips and smears it, large palm hitting across your tender cheek again.
His stirred breaths ran heavier. The steamy air between you and him barely found a way, your skins sticking flush on each other, only separating to come back together with loud ‘plap‘ noises.
‘Mghh mr Joo…I-I’m close’ Your nails traced along his chiseled back, ripping your first orgasm for the night. The spasms coursed through your body as you creamed a frothy ring at the base of his dick. The blurry sight of his raven eyes turned you hungrier, babbling pleas in the crook of his neck,
‘Don’t stop, Joo…I want m-more, much more…please-‘
‘Dropping formalities now? Don’t recall you being so friendly, gross girl’
Your pussy flutters at his insults, He swept you off the bed with ease, hooking his thick biceps around your legs. suspending you mid-air with his fingers buried in your asscheeks. He lifted you up to his chest level, holding your legs wide open to the full-size mirror covering the wall.
‘If you want more you better watch every damn second of it, miss Doc’ His pearly teeth showed a cheeky smirk, ‘We look so good in this position, don’t we?’ He chuckles and bucks his hips up, thrusting again with a deep groan.
'Too much…I don't think I can..keep up− mmh fuck!..' He picked his pace up, his bulky thighs slapping yours senseless. The Room filled up with the lewdest noises as you grew worried about strangers on the other side of the wall.
You slipped a trembling hand into his hair, his smooth undercut and soft supple neck felt so pleasant to touch. He’s achingly handsome, crimson lips almost inches from yours. You seized your chance quick and slammed his mouth on yours, suckling his tongue like the lovesick mess you are…
A lovesick mess you’ve for a while now. You did hate him…almost to death. His demeanor, his bold advances, his rude mannerisms and even his mere presence were unbearable to you at first. And yet you opened your eyes to the intimate sight of him inside you. A sight that got you obsessing over for weeks before this night.
Suddenly being his slutty stress reliever felt so good to you. And the more he took it out on you the weaker your self control ran.
‘brace yourself, I’m making you face me now’ He flipped you around over his torso with almost no effort, your little hands holding still onto his shoulder blades. Your breasts pressed tight against his hard pecs, giving you a mini heart attack. You lost yourself on his cock again, amourously blabbering some lovedrunk nonsense.
‘F-Fuck…c-can we do it more p-pleasee, my pussy feels so good, I l-like it when mr Joo does it-‘
You stared at Jaekyung, eye to eye level. His thick baby-like lashes and the glossy sweat glittering on his skin had you all soft and fuzzy. You got so shy your stomach turned, realizing the tiny distance separating you two..
‘Mmh…still fucking tight’ He pants and bumps your foreheads together, teeth clenching the moment he slides into your tiny asshole.
You dug your heels into his firm butt, pushing deeper from the thick intrusion. And so he responded, smacking your ass a couple more times just to hear a few more cries.
You’re just about high on Jaekyung, he’s everywhere near and close to you, overwhelming your senses and taking over your trembling frame. His delicious musk got stronger, not only from his just ended workout session, but from pounding into you with a beast-like pace.
‘Fuck fuck it hurts…s-slow down, mr Joo’
‘Shhh…you’ve been a pain in the ass lately, making demands and being a brat as you please’
He chomps your neck, finding a better angle to viciously prod your G-spot from behind. Your bladder almost crushed with his heavy shaft weighing on it for long hours.
‘Joo…I feel like..peeing, m-my tummy-‘ You dragged your nails down his back again, bouncing your ass up and down his dick.
'Make a mess then, piss, cum, squirt-' He licks your cheek and grunts, hips still slamming yours ‘I’m curious how more gross you could get tonight, nasty slut’
A furious heat rised to your face. His rough words fueled the wetness between your bruised thighs and squeezed your tiny butthole tighter.
'Aww…such a weak spot ya got for me, doc.' He huffed, his sharp jaw clenched tight. Your pussy clamped around the emptiness in shame, legs numbly dangling over his burly arms, and heart palpitating as you finally sprayed your juices all over his abdomen.
You gush more, covering is lower half in your essence, seconds before Jaekyung busts between you two. He keeps it up, milking you both to the last bit of your pleasures.
His warmth pours loads into you, shaping your pussy walls to fit his dick once more.
‘I liked it so so much…mr Joo felt s-so good’
You panted, the wild orgasm lagging on your little head. The following minutes you spent cradled in his arms, legs folded around his sides and head resting heavy on his chest.
He held you closer for a moment and and you didn’t miss another chance. you nervously planted your lips on his own, feeling them instantly push back on yours…
his short embrace stopped time, blocked all your senses and swelled your little heart with euphoria. You felt so complete, almost as if you had a…lover..
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You woke up to a bold fraguance filling the room. The joint white covered beds surrounded you, soft and empty. And so felt your heart, fragile and addicted to the champion fighter.
LIST: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Original Fanfic by Dulcesiabits
Note: Thank you for reading till the end! This chapter is shorter compared to the previous one since...I didn't go in-depth on Nagi's game...this is a shoujo and not about the soccer ball LOL plus idk how football works even after pulling up over 100 references. I did extend it a bit by adding my own ideas to the fanfic just to focus further on the relationship aspect between Nagi and MC! I believe we're halfway through the story now (?) but once again thank you for reading and please look forward to future work! :3
